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Richard stepped back into the restaurant, coming back from another uneventful early-morning patrol, looking high-spirited as he usually does. He greeted Sonia, along with a few of the regulars, and climbed the stairs back into his room to drop off some of his things and freshen himself up...

"Actually...just wash up. All of you. I have a full bathroom upstairs, a public restroom in the hallway, and a hose out back. Make due with whatcha got." "Alright then. I call the hose," Richard said with a nod, stepping through the kitchen and out the back. After having tossed off his...

"As for everyone else: Wonderful work. Today's actions have instantly set a fire through the gang world. And for now, all we need to do is lick our wounds, and watch. We'll target another one, but for now y'all need to rest." "Alrighty. Hopefully I'll be able to contribute more to the next...

Richard shrugged, leaning back in his chair lazily. "Seems that they were more interested in saving their own hides. I guess you can't blame them. You can be pretty scary sometimes." He teased the redhead letting out a light chuckle, before noticing the bottle she had in her hand. "I try."...

"Maria escaped with Roberto, unfortunately. As for his daughter, she wasn't so lucky. When I last saw her, she was handcuffed to a chair with her ears were cut off, and her eyes were gouged out. Can't imagine who's handiwork THAT was," Richard spoke up, giving a "discrete" wink to Millicent...

"You certainly took quite a beating didn't you, big guy?" Richard said with a grin, as he circled the hulking Spaniard's corpse and observed the injuries all over his body. "Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you're still alive." With that said, he delivered a hard kick to the man's head, only...

Around three blocks away from the tower, Richard's bike came to a sudden stop, nearly catapulting him from his seat. From his perspective, he could see smoke billowing from the location of the towers, and could hear the sound of gunfire and shouts echoing both from above and down on the street...

"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU SICK FUCK! GET AWAY FROM ME!" The Conquistador lackey back against a wall shouted fearfully at his tormentor, leveling a .32 revolver at his chest. "I'M WARNING YOU, PENDEJO! BACK OFF!" "Oh? Now, why would you want me to go and do that?" The man said with a cold chuckle...

(The Long Game) Blackwater City: Business District : (David) West, Jenny, David A, Maka Albarn, Melethia, Angelus, Shinia Hatashi David had noticed Angelus' momentary discomfort but said nothing regarding it, having decided that it would be better to not call attention to it at the time...

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(The Long Game) Blackwater City: Business District : (David) West, Jenny, David A, Maka Albarn, Melethia, Angelus, Shinia Hatashi David scowled at the man wandering away one more time and muttered a few obscenities under his breath, before looking around at the business district. He supposed...

"Hey, relax. This is one of the easier gigs, least if I remember it right. You ain't got nothing to worry about kid, go to the saloon, get some drinks, play some cards. Have some fun for once." David (the younger, presently ill-tempered, David) looked at West with clenched teeth, doing his...

(The Long Game) Blackwater City Express: David/Jenny David stared at the fortress-like metropolis with a half-lidded unamused glare. Before David could say his usual, whiny, self-pitying comment, West decided to go and ruffle his hair. "Oh lighten up kid. Could be worse places they could...

The student blinked, wondering what the hell just happened. First, he was standing in the canteen of an airship, and now he was seated in a very familiar train, his bookbag on his lap. He has been moving from universe to universe, but this one in particular he remembers very well. The fact...

If it were possible for the light in David's eyes to get any dimmer than they already were, then they would have certainly gotten a hell of a lot more when he looked into the room filled with familiar and not-so-familiar (in a sense) faces. Some of them he was "glad" to see. The others? Not so...